The idea for this blog came with the photos of Madame Shawshank of Penrith and a Sussex Griffin. She, the Snapper places a photo upon the page. An image of any kind. I, the Griffin then must respond with a tale of somesuch.

Wednesday, 18 February 2009

In a Quiet Place

No, this isn't a tale. Both the Snapper and myself are feeling like hiding away for a bit. Quiet places are required where we can consider and reflect.

For my part, I am ready again to go deep down into the heart of me and possibly not come up again. Daylight is over-rated and dreaming night is more of a balm. Daylight more of a BLAM!

We will return, but for now, we are both in our own quiet places, running silent, running deep.

May your rest be restorative and fullfilling.You take the greater risks Griffin and have the greatest need for repose. Once restored, may glee fill the world and may all the naughty fairies dance to your tune.

The Snapper

Aka Madame Shawshank is thusly described:

'the family Brownie box camera...deckle-edged family snaps...a library book borrowed in 1965...photography...a black and white photo of children playing hopscotch and letters to the photographer...Olive Cotton, Richard Avedon, Ansel Adams, Margaret Bourke-White...oh all the gang who storytold/tell via image..paper memory evolving...'n now the joy of presenting Griffin with keys/sparks/clues...the camera urging me to observe beyond...'

The Griffin

With a background in museums/galleries doing curatorial work, I nonetheless gave it up.
I've been a creative writer for over 30 years and I'm now addicted to it...along with books, chocs and shoes. I am also building a collection of contemporary British high street women's fashion as a historical record.